What?!

Screech

The day started out normally. I woke up, hair all messy. The faint smell of pancakes and petrichor (it means the smell of dust after rain) floated through the morning air. I got up with a start, almost falling over the huge mess that is currently on the floor. I almost fell due to that.

Nice job,Lucy.

I mentally slapped myself. I looked at the clock. It was almost 8 a.m. I shut for the small pink hello kitty alarm clock before it went off.

I need a new clock.

I began to get dressed. Today I start the first day of hell....uh,um, I mean school.

Basically the same thing but I come to a different hell after 3:15.

I wore a My Chemical Romance t-shirt with a black hoodie over it with black skinny jeans and slide on my black converse. Most of my wardrobe consisted of black so I did not have a lot over options.

Better get ready for the bullies.

I went down stairs with the headphones already on my ears, though they were not on. My once white backpack, but now has so many doodles and colors on it you didn't what color it was, was on the kitchen table.
"Hello dear, come eat! I made pancakes and bacon."
My mother said as she turned around.

Here it comes, now starts the hellish day.

"Now, why are you wearing all black? I brought you a new dress just for the first day of school. Are you even listening to me?"I ignored her and just started to eat.

This women may be a pain, but at least she's a good cook.

My mom is still trying to get my attention, so I put my music on. Boy, how that women loves nagging me. The first song that came on was In the End by Pierce the Veil. At that point I was almost, so I just got up put my dish in the sink, slipped on my back pack, and left.

As I walked to school I listed all the thing that could go wrong. I concluded that other than the teacher and students, school would be a joy. Isn't that how it all ways is. Bad people, bad experiences. Anyway, high school, is a pain. I mean, I like the idea of school, but not the real thing. I like learning, reading, and writing, but then school takes the joy and fun out of everything and makes you memorize things that you will never need in life. When will I need to know when the Civil war took place when I am older. Why don't they teach us how to do taxes, or something?

As I walked I hummed to This is Gospel by Panic at the Disco. The school is in sight.

Welcome to hell.

I put up my hood, taking the back entrance.

Someday people will realize that they never lock the back door.

The halls were silent and eerie. The clock on my phone said it was 7:49.

15 minutes early, great. I got some time before the torture starts.

I entered the Science room and just started to draw...... Something. I didn't have an image in my head, so it was just lines.

That's when I heard it. A screech. High and annoying. It lasted a few seconds, but I was already up and running towards it.

This is what stupid people do in horror films before they get killed. Well, here I go.

I turned the corner, when I saw......